Wu Xiaoyu already had experience collaborating with chain supermarkets, so hearing fifty-fifty profit sharing didn't surprise him much.
But he wasn't a bit happy either; after all, with Huarong Supermarket, he could take sixty percent of the profits.
Although this was partially due to Bai Yun's influence, now his mushroom sauce was already somewhat famous, and the profit sharing had to decrease. How could he be okay with that?
Wu Xiaoyu grinned, turned his head again, and started eating in silence. Wen Qingsheng, who was silently delighted, was baffled by his cold attitude.
What the hell is this situation? You neither agree nor disagree, nor even acknowledge me. What exactly are you trying to do?
Wen Qingsheng forcefully placed his chopsticks on the table, trying to show his authority, but Wu Xiaoyu remained unmoved, still eating calmly.
